There is a wind across the wilderness tonight,
The ashes drift away in the wind,
Gently and gently falling on the hill,
Slowly and slowly sinking to the bottom.
It seems someone is calling my name in the distance,
Maybe an illusion by the wind
I still remember the fiery frenzy of the blaze,
Just have no time…
I think to myself: how should I cross this swamp?
今夜 有风吹过荒原，
灰烬 在风中飘散,
缓缓地～缓缓地飘落在山岗上，
慢慢地～慢慢地沉没于水底。
好像有人 在远方叫我的名字，
也可能是风带来的虚幻。
我是记得的 火焰燃烧时的热烈狂乱，
只是 我已没有时间…
我思忖着：我该怎么穿越 眼前这片沼泽?
Distant Ice River 